Home.
The three of them were having breakfast.
The breakfast was not particularly delicious because in Beijing, the breakfast vendors had all gone home during the Spring Festival. There was only a local stall across the road that was still open, but the taste was not that great, so they just had to make do with it.
His mother grumbled, "Too much, too much!"
His father understood very well, "A new leader brings his own people. Now that the executive director of the Spring Festival Gala has been changed, his strategy will definitely be different from the others. It can't be the same, or else he won't be able to showcase his uniqueness."
His mother asked, "Little Ye, were any of Zhang Yuanqi's previous songs suitable for the Spring Festival Gala?"
Zhang Ye was eating a youtiao, "Yes, but she has appeared on many Spring Festival Galas, so she should have sung them all before."
His mother said amateurishly, "Then continue singing!"
Zhang Ye shook his head and did not say a word. Did she think it was' An Unforgettable Night 'that could be sung forever? Normal songs could not be repeated on stage!
His father sighed and said, "Zhang Xia only sang those old songs. She didn't sing anything new or suitable. If they really had a good or new song that suited the occasion, the Spring Festival Gala's production team wouldn't have dared to change their act. After all, they have the qualifications to do so."
His mother said, "Don't they all have their own professional teams? Let those people write songs. There will definitely be a good one. "
"Look at what time it is already? It's almost the final rehearsal and the official live broadcast tonight. Is there still time to write songs now? No matter how good a musician is, they won't be able to write them. Writing songs is not like selling cabbages. You can find as many as you want. " His father waved his chopsticks, "Don't worry about it. Let's eat. It's Little Ye's fate that his songs can't get on the Spring Festival Gala. There will be another chance in the future."
His mother was still nagging at those directors. Zhang Ye's temper might have been learned from his mother. He could not tolerate any anger.
Breakfast was ready.
Zhang Ye put down his chopsticks and straightened his clothes, "Dad, Mom, I'm going out for a while." Saying that, he went back to his room to get his wallet and cell phone. He also put on a jacket.
His father frowned, "Where are you going?"
"It's already 6." His mother looked at her watch, "We still have to go to your grandma's place in the morning."
Zhang Ye said calmly, "I have something to do. I'll try to rush over in the afternoon."
His mother pulled a long face, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no matter how important it is! Don't run around blindly! "
Zhang Ye said, "Mom, I really have to go out for a while. If I don't come back in the afternoon, don't wait for me with Dad. Just eat your lunch and apologize to Auntie and me."
"You brat, you don't listen to me …" Mom wanted to continue.
His father looked at his son's expression and tugged at his wife. "… Let him go."
His mother said anxiously, "What are you going there for? No matter how busy you are, you still have to celebrate the new year!"
His father said calmly, "The child has grown up. He knows his limits." After saying that, he said to his son, "Go. You don't have to worry about the family. Your mother and I will help you settle things."
"Thanks, Dad." Zhang Ye nodded and opened the door to leave.
…
He went downstairs.
He drove the BMW out of the neighborhood.
On the way, Zhang Ye called Zhang Yuanqi's cell phone, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable." He called a few times but to no avail.
Helpless, Zhang Ye could only call Zhang Yuanqi's manager, Fang Weihong.
Beep beep.
The call connected after two rings.
"Sister Fang, it's me," Zhang Ye said.
"Little Zhang, why are you looking for me?" Fang Weihong's side was a little chaotic. There were so many voices, so they were definitely outside.
Zhang Ye slowed down his car and stopped by the side of the road. He said, "I just called Sister Zhang, but I couldn't get through to her. Can you contact her? I have something I need to talk to her about. "
Fang Weihong said, "Sister Zhang is at Central TV Broadcasting Studio 1. She went there this morning. There might be some parts of the place where the signal is bad, so I can't get through. I didn't call her. If you can't get through, I probably can't find her here either. Why? What's the matter? "
Zhang Ye was stunned, "She went to the broadcasting studio? Wasn't her show canceled? "
Fang Weihong said, "Even if she was canceled, she still has to fight for it. This is the Spring Festival Gala, the biggest stage in the country. This gala is very important to Sister Zhang's music career, so it can't be canceled just like that. Little Zhang, I still have something to do here. It's quite chaotic. Let's contact each other another day, what do you think?"
"Alright, go ahead." Zhang Ye hung up.
Broadcasting Studio 1? This was not good. He couldn't contact her!
Zhang Ye drove towards Central TV and continued calling Zhang Yuanqi, but to no avail.
…
Around 7 in the morning.
The sky was still dark, but it was almost dawn.
When Zhang Ye arrived at Central TV, he saw people coming and going at the entrance. It was very lively. Some people were holding hula hoops, while others were dressed in various colors. After showing their work passes or passes, they entered. Outside, there were many fans who came to watch the commotion. They were screaming incessantly.
"Chen Yi! Chen Yi! "
"Aiya! Fifth Bro is here too! "
"I see Xiaohua! Xiaohua, Xiaohua, I'm here! Take a look at me! "
But very quickly, the screams of the fans blocking the entrance were drowned out by the sound of firecrackers.
Zhang Ye sat in the car and watched this scene. He knew that without identification, it was impossible to enter. It was useless even if you were a celebrity. Everyone here today was a big shot. Zhang Ye's face was worthless.
What should he do?
How could he see Sister Zhang?
He suddenly thought of a person. His eyes lit up and he immediately took out his cell phone to call him. It was Tian Bin, a former colleague of Zhang Ye's from Beijing Radio Station. He had a conflict with him and the two of them were at loggerheads. In the end, they both resigned. Tian Bin was now working at Central TV Station, which was under Central TV. He wanted to ask if he had any solutions.
The call connected.
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "Old Tian, what are you doing?"
Tian Bin smiled, "Of course I'm working overtime."
"Why are you working overtime on the new year?" Zhang Ye asked.
"You are now working at a WebTV station, teaching at a university and doing commercials. Of course you are free during the new year, but I'm different. We get busier the closer it is to the new year. It's not like you don't know that." Tian Bin asked curiously, "It's not the time for the new year greetings yet, so why are you calling me?"
Zhang Ye immediately said, "I have a favor to ask of you."
"Speak." Tian Bin said.
Zhang Ye said, "I want to enter Central TV's Broadcasting Studio 1. You are also from the Central TV system. Can you help me get it in? It's quite important, but I can't tell you what it is for now. "
Tian Bin was stunned, "Today is the Spring Festival Gala's live broadcast. It's impossible to get in there."
"I know, that's why I came to trouble you." Zhang Ye was out of ideas, "Other than knowing that you are from Central TV Radio, I don't know anyone else."
Tian Bin paused, "Where are you?"
"I'm at the entrance of Central TV, here at the main entrance, west of the road." Zhang Ye said.
"Alright, wait for me." Saying that, Tian Bin hung up.
Before Zhang Ye could figure it out, a few minutes later, he saw Tian Bin's figure appear a distance away from the windshield. He looked around and went straight for Zhang Ye. He opened the car door and got in.
"Why are you inside?" Zhang Ye knew that Central TV Radio was not working here.
Tian Bin chuckled, "It's the annual Spring Festival Gala. Our radio station has also been roped in. I'm one of them. I'm here to help out at the last minute."
Zhang Ye said, "That's great!"
Tian Bin looked at him and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask." "This is my work pass. Don't go through the main entrance. The people at the main entrance are all my colleagues. They know you and me, so they definitely won't let you in. I don't have that much influence to ask them to let you in. Every year, the Spring Festival Gala is pretty strict. Even if it's me, they won't let me in without my pass. You can just go through the side entrance and turn in from there. There are specialized staff members who are allowed to enter, and they hired security personnel to do the checks. That's why the checks aren't very strict, and you don't look familiar either. When you show your pass, cover up your photo a little. It shouldn't be a problem.
Zhang Ye was stunned, "If you give it to me, how are you going to get in?"
"I'll apply for leave. I can go home and spend the new year with my wife. It'll be easier." Tian Bin smiled, "But don't let anyone find out and catch you. Then I won't be able to keep my job."
Zhang Ye took his ID and felt his heart warm, "Thank you, Old Tian!" He never expected that Tian Bin would take such a huge risk to lend his ID to him. This was already a violation of the rules! Tian Bin patted him, "Don't stand on ceremony.
Tian Bin patted him, "You don't have to stand on ceremony. Back then, when we quarreled so fiercely with the unit, most of the problem was me. I was overconfident with my qualifications. In the end, I was fired. All my friends stopped contacting me, and no one lent me a helping hand. I did not expect, I really did not expect that you would come over to help me. You gave me the rights to 'Ghost Blows Out the Light', allowing me to recover. So, there's no need to say so much between us. We are friends in need. Even if I, Tian Bin, become awesome, and become an international superstar, I will not acknowledge those so-called friends or bros. I will only acknowledge you as my true friend!"
Tian Bin's words were said from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Ye did not argue, "Alright, then I'll be leaving."
The two of them got out of the car and Zhang Ye quickly walked in the direction he had pointed. As he walked, he put on his sunglasses and avoided the sight of the fans gathered at the entrance. He found the side door of the employee passageway. This was probably a temporary passageway that was not usually opened.
The door was not big. People lined up to enter. Everyone had a white badge hanging on their chests. It was the same as Tian Bin's badge.
A few security guards blocked the entrance. They looked at their IDs and had to go through security checks. They took something and scanned their bodies.
It was Zhang Ye's turn.
"ID." The security guard was expressionless.
Zhang Ye pinched the ID on his chest and showed it to him. His fingers pinched half of the photo. He did not pinch the entire photo as it would look suspicious.
That person did not look carefully.
After the security check, Zhang Ye left his lighter outside and followed the few people in front of him into the Central TV compound. They walked towards Broadcasting Studio 1.
Old Zhang!
Wait for this bro!
"Wishing We Last Forever" is for the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Isn't it just a new song!? I'll f * * king help you write it!
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